Release: New Adult Sport Romance (Fire and Ice)
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Kaleb’s fingers practically sear me as he unhooks my bra and then slides his hands around to cup my breasts. I lean back into him and moan. He gets down on his knees and flutters kisses on my lower back and pulls down my panties. I have no doubt they’re moist with my juices.
His kisses move over my bottom and down my thighs. When he gets to the back of my knee I come undone. His hot breath and soft lips send an electric current to my core, and I let out a little cry.
He moves to my other knee and slides a hand between my legs to glide a finger over my sensitive slit. I shudder. He grabs my hips and twists me to face him. My skin tingles where his hair brushes as he kisses his way up my inner thigh. I widen my stance, and he suckles my sex.
The sensation makes me throw my head back and moan. “Kaleb.” My core twitches uncontrollably, and my legs tremble. “I can’t stand.”
He chortles. “I’ve got a perfectly good bed, and I’m not afraid to use it.”
With that comment he’s on his feet to scoop me up. He drops me on his bed, and the headboard hits the wall with a bang. For a fleeting second, I think about what people can hear. Then the thought is completely lost as his tongue darts into my tender folds.
But tonight I don’t want to come without him. I want the weight of Kaleb on me, and the pressure of him inside me, as I explode around him. I reach down and gently push him away. “I want you inside me when I come.”
He climbs over me. The drawer of his nightstand rattles when he opens it. His thick length is practically in my face, and I don’t resist the urge to taste him. The heady scent of him tantalizes me. The position is a bit awkward, but I pull him into my mouth.
He drops the condom and grabs on to the headboard. “God, that feels good.” His hips pump slightly and he tenses. Kaleb pulls out of my mouth. “Whoa, I’m so close.”
“Me too. Hurry.” The hair on his legs is rough under my fingers as I rub his thighs, moving my hands up toward his hips. I watch as he rolls the condom on with practiced ease.
He doesn’t waste any time when my legs open to him, and he thrusts into me as far as he can go. We move frantically, and I reach the edge within seconds. I arch my back and squeeze tightly around him.
He pants. “Hold on, babe. I’m almost there.” Two more thrusts and his hands clench the sheets by my head. “Now.” He cries out, and I let myself fall with him, into him, and into us.
* * *
I stare at the ceiling as Kaleb sleeps. His arm is across my belly as if shielding me from the night. The party has died down, and I hear occasional metal clangs from car doors as they shut and the crackle of tires that drive over frozen ridges of muddy road.
The music stopped a while ago, and I wonder just how many bodies still dance in intimate ways on the couches and in hidden corners. Years of training to listen in my slumber won’t allow me to sleep. But I have no desire to leave the warmth of Kaleb and the scent of our lovemaking.
I recall the words he uttered when I told him a tattoo with my name might bother his future wife. Maybe she won’t mind. He thinks about a future for us. And now that Lucas is out of my life, I dare to as well.
Chapter 54
“Warm enough?” Kaleb asks. His hands are bare right now, and I’m sure they’re too hot for gloves. He swings his skis a bit, and I refrain from asking him to stop. I won’t fall out of the chairlift because of it.
“Yeah, just nervous.” I look down at my new red spring jacket. It has a spider web embroidered on it, and it makes me feel dangerous. I bought it as a personal celebration of today. The fact I look amazing in this shade of red helped with my decision.
I watch cotton ball clouds float lazily in the blue sky. Spring skiing in Colorado is a reward to all instructors after a busy winter of work. I lean my face back and let the sun kiss me with its warm rays.
Kaleb places an arm on the back of the chair behind me, and I snuggle in. His hand squeezes my shoulder. “Are you excited, too?” he asks.
The sun is so warm I don’t want to to open my eyes to look at him, and I answer without moving. “I am.” I wiggle my toes in my boots, and my body tenses a bit. “I seriously never thought I would be doing this so soon.”
My hand grips the bar of the chairlift by my side, and cold seeps through my light spring glove. I don’t allow myself to look down because there’s no safety bar on this lift. We are headed to ski the bumps under E chair. Specifically, a trail named Devil’s Crotch. Yeah, the name is appropriate if you ask me. But I’ve faced worse evils and come out alive. I can do this.
The lower half of the mountain will be slush by noon today, but the upper trails have plenty of great snow. As they soften in the sun, the huge bumps I’m about to ski will forgive small mistakes and allow me to pick my way down the trail at a comfortable speed.
Amazingly, I’m not scared. That familiar sensation of clammy skin, a pounding heart, and shallow breathing is nonexistent. While I wouldn’t say I’m relaxed, my body is comfortable.
I gaze over the mountain range. Wind whips at higher elevations, and snow blows up from the mountaintops like smoke curls. I snug my zipper up a little closer to my chin, and the soft fleece inside my jacket strokes my skin. It’s windy at the top of this chairlift, but I doubt I’ll get cold in the short time it takes to get to the trail.
It occurs to me that Kaleb is quiet this morning. He usually keeps me talking to distract me from my anxiety in new situations. “You’re awfully quiet. Are you nervous too?” I joke.
“No. I was just thinking about us. I was remembering the first time I saw you.” He rubs his forehead and smirks.
I turn to look at him. I recall the way his eyes hypnotized me that morning. He lifts his goggles, and they still do.
He touches my cheek with his finger. “I thought you were the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. And you are. His finger travels along the embroidery of my jacket. I’m caught in your web, and there isn’t any place I’d rather be.”
I lift my goggles so he can see my eyes too. “Before I knew your name, I called you Adonis.” I giggle at my admission. “Go ahead; you can puff out your chest. I thought you were hot the first time I saw you. It’s true.”
He answers with a kiss that makes my senses buzz. Before it can go further, I realize we’re near the top and it’s time to unload. I pull my poles out from under my leg and prepare to get off. Time to focus on my major milestone. We push off the chair and glide down the ramp.
The snow is grainy and loud as we pass over it on our way to the trail. Kaleb leads the way, and we stop at the top of a steep section littered with huge moguls.
He stops to give me a pep talk. “Tell me your plan.”
I look at him with a smile. I’m not afraid. “I’ll use the bumps as my safety. I’ll try to make turns on the section between the top and the crevice of a mogul and maintain a line. If I get moving too fast, I’ll either absorb a bump before turning again or slide into one to stop.
A slow smile forms on his face while I speak. He asks, “You’re not afraid, are you?”
I can’t contain my grin. “Nope. I’ve got this.” I pull down my goggles, turn my skis so they are almost downhill, and choose my line.
He taps my pole with his. “Yes, you do. Want to go first?”
I don’t answer and take off.
The first turn is easy but then things get a little hairy. There’s no way I can follow a line as I bounce between two bumps, and I quickly change to make it wider. I realize I need to absorb a bump between each turn, likely more than one.
I’m okay with it, though. I’m doing this. I let my legs suck up the terrain and feel my abdominals stretch and flex. It’s quite a workout. Partway down the trail, I stop to catch my breath and Kaleb pulls up beside me.
“Not bad. You don’t need me to tell you a thing,” says Kaleb.
“Thanks.” Before I can let things overwhelm me, I start skiing again. It’s a long, exhausting trail for me, but with only two more stops I make it.
“You did it. And I couldn’t be more proud of you.” Kaleb grins. Moisture has beaded on his forehead, and it makes me feel a little better that he had to work hard to ski those bumps.
“I did.” I look back up the trail and relish in how ominous it looks.
“Again?” Kaleb’s voice has a hint of laughter, and I know he’s not sure what my answer will be.
“No. But next year, I’ll crush it.” That’s a lofty goal, and probably not going to happen, but I feel darn invincible right now. “Let’s go ski the bowl. I want to fly.”
Kaleb takes me by my shoulders. “You’re amazing. I’ll fly anywhere with you.” His mouth meets mine, and our kiss makes my heart soar. And I know our love has set me free.
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Violet Vaughn is a ski bum at heart. A former ski instructor, she still loves bumps, trees, and a good powder day. When she isn’t skiing or writing she runs through the woods with her three Portuguese Water Dogs, laughs with her family or reads. You can learn more about her at www.violetvaughn.com
Table of Contents
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Copyright
Contents
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
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